Herodias and I have led a phantom cavalcade Through veiled and pagan history where superstitions reigned And Christendom sought to pervert, but poets of my name Sang of penumbral victories that sorcery had claimed The Graal and mighty Caliburn as votive offerings To an England rearisen under vast majestic wings
These are the shores whereto my soul Blood drenched and unredeemed Shalt seek solace in secrets told Through the whispers of a dream
From the woods Pendragon-born, I rose Arcturius A proud, audacious King mantled in the vehemence of lust Death and destiny undaunted me, I drew a throne divided In awe of the glorious battles won, my dark Goddess provided Then treachery, a wingless beast, came crawling to my court And now I lie at cursed Camlann, from wounds a traitor wrought
I fear the Augean light is sweeping through Camelot How bittersweet my triumphs seem, now Autumnal leaves succumb to frost Morganna art thou near me? Languid, I wend my path to grave Cast my sword to the sulphyd grasp Of the naiad neath the silvered lake When waters stirred lay silent
Mistress let the mists descend Thy tears cannot thaw Death's cold heart His sombre gaze defies legend More so than thine, else thy dew-lidded eyes Art for the Banshees song Or our souls entwined like vein upon The haunted shores of Avalon
The haunted shores of Avalon
Bury me in velvet dream Lest I unduly wake And seek to reconcile my thirst With the cowardly tailors of my fate Unleash mastiffs of snarling night To overthrow, plague and burn As slumber lures me 'mongst the dead To scheme of my return
Archaic ghostly echoes breathe like thunder of the storm A tempest fools miscall divine as they crouch awaiting dawn Their ignorance has forged for me over centuries a sword Burnished to flash like lightning on the precipice of war The wolves are dead in Albion whilst the passive flocks roam free This my penetrant spearhead shalt pierce these foul, trespassing breeds
I have awoken from the past Glenfully with the shadows over England's bitter skies I prize mine wounds in a soil sweated drink Remember me as king when I cradle hell to stars Like lovers in my arms, nestled vipers to my breast Venom forces workthius arts of devil's and priestess Thus I shall rule anew through the sinews of a song Played upon a storm By the ghosts of Avalon And all in league will bow to me, from death they shall ascend To whisper weals of war to stir the dark one in men The principle black metal masterplan
[RALLYING WAR SPEECH... CRONOS]
"I have awoken from the past Glenfully with the shadows over England's bitter skies I prize mine wounds in a soil sweated drink Remember me as king when I cradle hell to stars Like lovers in my arms, nestled vipers to my breast Venom forces workthius arts of devil's and priestess Thus I shall rule anew through the sinews of a song Played upon a storm By the ghosts of Avalon And all in league will bow to me, from death they shall ascend To whisper weals of war to stir the dark o nce in men The principle black metal masterplan."
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